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"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."

― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul


Chapter Three:

Mr. Takahashi

You know the quote "Good things happen to he who waits?"

Ever thought about the absurdity in that line? If I ever met the creator, I would punch them in the face for creating such a thing that is nowhere near true. I have been patient my entire life and nothing but bad things happened to me, Naraku who does not sit on his ass all day, and has no patience, is given the world on a silver platter. I use to blame the entity of the universe until I found the root to the problem. It is the stupid quote, obviously when they realized that their life had sucked, they devised a foolproof plan for a sucker like me to fall for.

Too bad I found the fatal flaw.

If you want something, and if you want it bad enough to the point that sleeping on such ideas would feel like an insult, you simply do not sit on your ass and wait for it. You become a track star and run after that bad boy as if it were the Holy Grail. And that is what I am doing right now, I am figuratively running to get my shot at something, that I do not know what it may be. Following Byakuya to those double doors felt as if I am close to touching the finish line, he knocked the first time and again the second time. When there was no response he simply opened the doors and ducked his head inside.

"Did I say you can come inside?" He snarled. I saw Byakuya visibly shake from his voice alone, which did not help me because I started to shake and suddenly I felt nervous all over again. This man's voice cut through my core and scared me, I have yet to see this man and already I do not want to cross him or even do this interview.

"I have your one o' clock" Byakuya announced, he tried so hard to still be manly in front of his boss but it does not help when he is still shivering like a baby. Suddenly I wanted to back out this interview with a tyrant whom I have never seen or met; this man is powerful and scary beyond belief.

"I never approved of the one o' clock" He declared, he made his response a petty answer that he will not meet with me, I can hear him typing away on this keyboard and I took the chance to look back at that lonely library. He prefers to be alone I thought.

"Yes you did sir" Byakuya tried fighting for me, it shone a whole new light on him. He is still the caring warm soul I always thought he is, he would risk himself to get publicly humiliated just so I can have my shot. Slowly I did not feel scared, I felt something spark inside me; it felt like rebirth or that feeling you get when someone sides with you on your cause or even believes in you. Smiling softly at Byakuya I wanted to show him how grateful I was by whispering a thank you but I stopped myself when I heard:

"Bring it in"

Byakuya ushered me inside his office, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, it made me feel uncomfortable all over again. The air that loomed over this man's office is like the same air that surrounds Kagura: Dominance and power; however his was much stronger that it gave me a dizzy feeling. I tried holding onto something but Byakuya pushed me towards his dark oak wood desk that is probably expensive like the rest of the things in his office. My knees suddenly felt like spaghetti and it felt nearly impossible to swallow the lump in my throat. I tried holding my breath because I knew once I took a breath I would be on the floor out cold.

"Sir Rin Junior Onigumo" Byakuya stated my entire name, he even included the junior which I kept telling him to stop adding in. When Mr. Takahashi looked up from his computer, I did not know what happened next, but my head found its way to the cold tile floor.

I remember when Naraku got me my first ice cream cone when Dad gave him five dollars. It was July second, the temperature sky rocketed to the sun itself, heat mirages could be seen five feet away. We live right across from Gramercy Park, west and east 20th street Manhattan, it is a huge house but I love it. My clothes were melting, my hair was sweating and I think I saw my third mirage. Naraku got bored from frying uncooked eggs on our sidewalk and I got tired from reading Tolstoy's "Death of Ivan Ilyich". Naraku grabbed me from the swing set behind our house and we started walking and I should have asked where my deranged step-brother was taking me but I trust Naraku more than I trust an author's word and I love to read. After ten minutes of walking we arrived at an Ice Cream shop, there were at least forty different flavors from the eye can see and the cold air kissed my sticky, wet skin for the first time. It smelled of frozen milk, and I could nearly taste it all, I felt so excited that I ran up to the glass windows and looked at the sparkling ice creams displayed in different flavors.

"They look so beautiful" I murmured. I have never seen such beautiful ice creams, the way they sparkled or such a vast amount of choices that I wanted it all, I never seen such beauty. Something I knew I could never obtain because, I did not feel worthy for it. When Naraku sensed it he hugged me and said something I could never forget.

"You're more beautiful than diamonds Rin" he whispered I smiled but seeing the variety of ice cream I knew such beautiful things were far from my reach. When I saw Mr. Takahashi for the first time, I could not believe it. He is the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on. His sharp gold eyes saw right through me, they saw everything; my thoughts, my mind and even me. I felt so overwhelm how one man could see everything, it was too much for me to handle that I collapsed, I was never good under pressure or confrontation by beautiful people.

"I think she's waking up" a strong voice called out, I stirred around while trying to recollect my memories from the past five minutes. Opening my eyes slowly I find myself in front of a pair of golden eyes, which is funny because Byakuya's eyes are a mysterious purple shade. I should have freaked out but I immediately stopped myself from the color of his eyes. I thought they were gold but they looked more like a deadly gold, from a far they looked like a blazing firey yellow but as I studied his eyes I found specks of warm honey in there.

"Unique" I breathed out, I tried to cover my mouth before I let it slipped out but I was too late, those words were already floating in the air and I am positive they reached Mr. Takahashi's ears, because a spark of amusement flashed through those unique eyes. Snapping myself from the unanswered question of his eye color I took the time to look at Mr. Takahashi, for a man in his twenties, he is beyond extremely good looking. He gives the word handsome a bad name, his facial structure is rock solid breathtaking he looks as if he were painted by the Gods themselves; his pressed lips pasted a look of annoyance to his wide face, His silky silver white hair is slicked back giving him a look of authority. And he is the most powerful demon in all of New York City. I felt myself shift from his look, he is just so scary yet beautiful and that made things ten times worse. I caught him staring at me like prey, he made no effort to ask if I am okay, or for my name; he is looking at me trying to figure me out or something, whatever it is he is scaring me by just saying nothing. His strong silence made my nerves jumpy, suddenly I felt horrible for coming and wasting his time. How can a man whom I barely know have such control over me so quickly?

I needed words to be said before a panic attack approaches, I hate uncomfortable situations and I hate silence when words should be said. I looked for Byakuya but I could not find him at all, I am left alone with Mr. Takahashi in a huge room on the highest floor of this building. Suddenly a lump form in my throat again. I looked away because I grew scared of thought that I am alone with him. My mouth felt dry, no words were coming out anytime soon. Hits of adrenaline were shooting up my body causing me to shake uncontrollably, I could not control how scared I felt and that I could not speak for myself. He scares me, goosebumps are dancing on my flesh, I felt the hairs on my body painfully poking through the fabric. My body is practically screaming for me to get out of here.

"Cold?" he asked. I turned my head to him in shock I tried my best to ignore the adrenaline going through my heart. I'm sure all of Manhattan can hear my heart beating like a church bell.

"N-Nn-No" I stuttered feeling unsure with myself as well as my answer. His stare gave me shivers from my neck, to my spine and down to my toes.

"Rin is it?" He asked, I heard a slight accent faded into his question. I should have asked where he could be from but with his jagged glare I could not find the words to say yes to my very own name.

"I understand you are here for the position" He continued, I nodded again. I tried looking past him, just to escape his domineering eyes, to escape him period.

"Is there a reason that you cannot look me in the eye?" He asked, I think I felt myself died a little, I am positive my brain shut off some functions in my body. I trembled in sweet fear when this man caught my gaze and forced me to stare him in the eye.

"Well?" He demanded an answer from me, but I just could not bring myself to answer anything.

"Stand-up" He demanded. I did not know what to do, so I did what I was told I stood on my own two feet despite the dizzy feeling after collapsing not too long ago. He stared at me for at least another minute, then trailed his gaze down to my body which caused me to fidget.

"Stop fidgeting" he commanded, why is this happening to me? What have I possibly done to deserve such treatment by this man?

"I-I-I" I tried to spit out my thoughts but his intense gaze made me feel enough fear to shut up. He stood up, towering over me. If I were to stand next to him I would not be able to reach his shoulders with these heels. I felt grateful for the coffee table standing between us, he just stood up and profiled me like an unnatural case.

"Come here" I walked past my barrier of sanctuary to walk over to the devil himself. Every possible nerve in my body screamed to run away. I felt I would collapse once again. Facing him, my legs were about to give up but I mentally told my body to get a grip and make it through this interview with any dignity I may have left. He towered over me, casting a huge shadow over me; covering me from the world as if to say that I will not matter. Suffocating me with his presence alone, he stared directly in my eyes with his unofficial eye color and opened his mouth.

"I will not ask again, is there a reason you will not look me in the eye?" He asked.

Now or never.

"You scare me" I finally spat out, the waves of emotions started to hit me like a brick wall. I would not control everything around me especially the feelings inside that caused my nose to sting so hard.

"Then you are not fit for the job" He answered, he walked away from me; giving me the air to breathe again. The rejection hurt, and I felt like a fool for going through all this trouble just for nothing. Turning around to face him, I could not help but feel defeated and I wanted him to know the feeling.

"Look, I grew up my entire life feeling like I do not belong; I live in a house filled with demons, constantly living up under my step-brother's shadow is not what one would call easy living. I am picked on every day, because I am considered to be the unfit Onigumo at that stupid facility they call school. Every one worships my step-brother like a shrine. You may not know the feeling of being the younger child or a sibling period but you have no right to tell a complete stranger what a loser she is because she feels scared." I explained, I could not believe I just did that, I never defy anyone not even my own step-brother but here I am defying a complete stranger that scares the living crap out of me.

"Look—"

"No you look Mr. Takahashi, I just want color in my life and I thought this job would provide it; I guess I was wrong about the job along with everything else" I told him "Thank you for the opportunity"

Walking out the door, I just needed to get some damn air before I collapse again. Once I was out of his office in one piece I ran towards the elevator, leaving the library and Mr. Takahashi behind.

I hope I never see this place or that man ever again.


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